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I am rain and belong to no one.
Marguerite Duras, from No More (via niet-zsche)
What is to give light, must endure the burning
Viktor Frankl (via dancingintheraintokeepmyselfsane)
"- You must learn how to handle people. - I can’t. - Why? - I don’t know why. I was born without some one particular sense. - It’s something one acquires. - I have no organ to acquire it with. I don’t know whether it’s something I lack, or something extra I have that stops me. Besides, I don’t like people who have to be handled."
The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand
She has become such a lonely person. She over-thinks; she is too curious; she is anxious. It almost kills her. Over time she has figured out a way she can quieten down her emotions and just feel nothing for a while. Other times it overwhelms her and she feels everything. I do not know what is worse, to feel absolutely nothing or to feel everything completely.
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Claude Monet, Cathédrale de Rouen
27 April. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone—never.
Kafka, Diaries (via kafkas-diaries)
The tragedy is not that we are alone, but that we cannot be. At times I would give anything in the world to no longer be connected by anything to this universe of men.
Albert Camus (via kafkaesque-world)
Throughout the centuries there were men who took first steps down new roads armed with nothing but their own vision. Their goals differed, but they all had this in common: that the step was first, the road new, the vision unborrowed, and the response they received — hatred. The great creators — the thinkers, the artists, the scientists, the inventors — stood alone against the men of their time. Every great new thought was opposed. Every great new invention was denounced. The first motor was considered foolish. The airplane was considered impossible. The power loom was considered vicious. Anesthesia was considered sinful. But the men of unborrowed vision went ahead. They fought, they suffered and they paid. But they won.
Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead